Billie Bob Taylor-Pereira
We sat two rulers lengths apart from each other on the porch stairs. What was a bouquet of roses now spread across the lawn with rose petals decorating all around. The moment Benedito got them out of the car, I hit him with them until only the stems were intact. Could he insult me any further? Thinking some roses would have me throwing myself back in his arms.
My breathing had calmed down and the tears had stopped. I feared my tears were dried up. I just could not produce anymore and my throat was hoarse. How Danilo managed to stay asleep throughout that mess was beyond me.
I wanted to kick myself for still feeling the butterflies in my stomach whenever I looked at him. He was dramatically gorgeous and I hoped my hate for him would make that part die but it didn't. I feared it never would.
"We almost lost Ronaldo."
My gasp filled the air around us, "Is he alright?"
